I probably would have said something if it didn't disappear after a couple minutes. I can see the convo going like this:Me: Do I have anything in my teeth?Date: No.Me: Well, you do.And then that would probably be it for that relationship. Good thing I'm married already....Love your blog. So cute. I'm following you now which knocked you off of 666 followers, which I kind of feel bad about. I don't know why....And now I'm going to end the world's longest comment.xox Whitney

Haha!! That's cute...I'm sure not at the time but looking back makes you laugh. On one of our first dates went to dinner and I ordered the quesadillas and ate them with a fork because I was so nervous I'd get something in my teeth! He still picks on me for that. "Who eats quesadillas with a fork!" Cute story! :)

Just read this from the link in your post today- too funny! My husband cannot stand when anything is stuck in my teeth (which is often) and will go as far as to try to pick it out for me. Being the good wife that I am I like to keep the food stuck and go around like that...just to drive him nuts :-)